Oohhh January you were a little ripper weren’t you? Hot and dry as a bone, credit-card cringeworthy, the audible crash and burn of resolutions could be heard everywhere, and for me, it was the month of running. I clocked in 23 runs in January, which is approximately 100% more runs than in any other month in my life! I’m winning …
Get. Out. Side.
After a slightly bumpy start to the weekend involving husband away on a work project, bronchitis, being locked out of the house, bleeding/vomiting dogs, dogs shitting on carpet, grumpy-ass children, children weeing on carpet……culminating in Fish ‘n Chips and bourbon on Saturday night, I woke up on Sunday and told myself “today is going to rock”. And then I told …